Ouija Boards and a Shaking Bed

I have had several experiences but I will tell you two of my most
frightening. A friend and I had started playing with the ouija board and
it ended up turning our lives upside down for the span of around two
years. One night my friend Judy, her husband Luc, Loma, and myself were
watching a movie called Witchboard right in the middle of a
winter storm. All foot prints had been covered at this time and the
streets were empty. About half-way through the movie the front door blew
open and we heard running footsteps come into the house, up the stairs,
down the hall, and into the bedroom where Judy's two year old lay
sleeping. We were all still just sitting there frozen in shock and
fright when we heard a loud slam (which turned out to be the bedroom
door) and the poor little boy started screaming, "Monster, monster!" Luc
took off up the stairs only to find a very upset little boy and nothing
or no one else. As things started to calm down Judy and I went to shut
the front door and there were still no footprints in the snow. The only
snow that had come into the house was from the blowing wind.

It was around March now and one day as I laid down for a nap I felt the
bed start to shake under me. I was uncertain if I had really felt what I
thought I had so I was not frightened but got up anyway -- that was only
the beginning. Not long after that, it became a constant thing every
time I tried to lay in my bed. The shaking started to get more violent
and it also felt as if someone was punching up at the mattress from
beneath. I complained several times and no one believed me. It was now
to the point where I was afraid to go to bed. I began sleeping at my
friend Loma's house because her bed didn't shake. After staying at her
house for two weeks my Mum said it was time to come home and I did
agree, but not until she promised to spend the first night sleeping in
my bed with me. That night we had only been in bed for about 10 minutes
before the bed started it's usual shaking. It was very minor at first,
so my Mum started to make excuses for why it was happening. By the time
five minutes had passed it was now undeniable and I could tell my mother
was getting scared but was trying to stay calm for my sake. The last
straw for my mother was when the punching started -- it was harder than
I had ever felt before. We laid there for a moment while my mother
mustered up the courage to peek under the bed. Of course she didn't find
anything and we promptly left the room and set ourselves up in the
living room for the remainder of the night. My bed continued to shake
and punch for some time thereafter but it eventually quit, however, once
in awhile it will start. To this day and I just get up or ignore it and
it stops.